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Government winked at its sale to their Roman low-subjects. I was shown in M. Malan's banl Bible depot, and was gratified to find that th were made to applicants only had during t amounted to a thousand copies. Evening meeti every day of the week, in various parts of Turin, Bible was read, and points of controversy betwix and Romanism eagerly discussed. The Rev. M able editor of the Buona Novella,-a paper th ing,-informed me that not fewer than ninety been present at the meeting superintended by b before. These week-day assemblages, as well bath audiences, were of a very miscellaneous Vaudois, who had come to Turin to be servar to the revolution, they could be nothing else; tradesmen ; Swiss, Germans, and Italian refug three pastors ministered,-one in French, one in a third in the Italian tongue. There were th than ten re-unions every week in Turin. The i been started of taking advantage of the workm the propagation of the gospel. A net-work of s covered northern and central Italy. The clubs responded with those in Genoa, Alessandria, and cipal towns of Piedmont; and these again with in central Italy; and any new theory or doctrin into one soon made the round of all. The plan to send evangelical workmen into these clubs, who to as they propounded the new plan of justificat The clubs in Turin were first leavened with the go it was extended to Genoa, and gradually also to While the prolétaires in France were discussing labour, the workmen in Piedmont were canvassing

of the New Testament; and hence the difference betwixt the two countries.

It was now drawing towards sun-set, and I purposed enjoying the twilight,-delicious in all climates, but especially in Italy,—on the terrace of the College or Monastery of the Capuchins. This monastery stands on the Collina, a romantic height on the south of Turin, washed by the Po, with villas and temples on its crest and summits. I took my way through the noble street that leads southwards, halting at the book-stalls, and picking out of their heaps of rubbish an Italian copy of the Catechism of Bossuet, Bishop of Meaux. The Collina was all in a blaze; the windows of the Palazzo Regina glittered in the setting beams; and the dome of the Superga shone like gold. Crossing the Po, I ascended by the winding avenue of shady acacias, which are planted there to protect the cowled heads of the fathers from the noon-day sun. One of the monks was winding his way up hill, at a pace which gave me full opportunity of observing him. A little black cap covered his scalp; his round bullet-head, which bristled with short, thick-set hairs, joined on, by a neck of considerably more than the average girth, to shoulders of Atlantean dimensions. His body was enveloped in a coarse brown mantle, which descended to his calves, and was gathered round his Imiddle with a slender white cord. His naked feet were thrust into sandals. The features of the " religious" were coarse and swollen; and he strode up hill before me with a gait which would have made a peaceful man, had he met him on a road-side in Scotland, give him a wide offing. Parties of soldiers wounded in the late campaign were sauntering in the square of the monastery, or looking over the low wall at the city beneath. Their pale and sickly looks formed a striking contrast to the athletic forms of the full-fed monks. It

was inexplicable to me, that the youth of Sardinia and raw, should be drafted into the army, whi amount of thews and sinews as this monastery, and more, contained, should be allowed to run to waste If but for their health, the monks should be compel the next campaign.

The sun went down. Long horizontal shafts light shot through amidst the Alps; their snows gli a dazzling whiteness: whiteness is a weak term; brilliant and lustrous glory, like that of light itself crimson blush ran along the chain. It faded; it c A wall of burning peaks, from two to three hundre length, rose along the horizon. Eve, with her purpl drew on; and I left the mountains under a sky of with Monte Viso covering with its shadow the hon that sleeps around it, and pointing with its stony fin sky whither the spirits of the martyred Vaudois ascended. It seemed to say, "Come and see."

Journey to "Valleys"-Dinner at Pignerolo-Grandeur of Scenery-Associations-Bicherasio-Procession of Santissimo-Connection betwixt the History and the Country of the Vaudois-The Three Valleys of Martino, Angrona, and Lucerna-Their Arrangement-Strength-Fertility-La Tour-The Castelluzzo-Scenery of the Val Lucerna-The Manna of the Waldenses-Populousness of the Valleys-Variety of Productions-The Roman Flood and the Vaudois Ark.

THE Valleys of the Vaudois lie about thirty miles to the southwest of Turin. The road thither it is scarce possible to miss. Keeping the lofty and pyramidal summit of Monte Viso in your eye, you go straight on, in a line parallel with the Alps, along the valley of the Po, which is but a prolongation of the great plain of Lombardy. On my way down to these valleys, I observed on the road-side numerous little temples, which the natives, in true Pagan fashion, had erected to their deities. The niches of these temples were filled with Madonnas, crucifixes, and saints, gaunt and grizzly, with unlighted candles stuck before them, or rude paintings and tinsel baubles hung up as votive offerings. The signboards-especially those of the wine venders-were exceedingly religious. They display

ed, for the most part, a bizarre painting of casionally of the Pope; and not unfrequent personages were a company of heretics, s going to visit, sweltering in flames. Wer ner to sell his ale beneath a picture of C hell, I fear we should never hear the last o say, that these pictures seemed the produc They were one and all sorely faded, as if beginning to be somewhat ashamed of them repair them. The conducteur of the stage h lation of Mr Gladstone's well-known pamp his hand, which then covered all the books was read by every one. This led to a li the subject of the Church, between him an vellers, to whom I had been introduced at denses. I observed that, although he appear second best in the controversy, he bore all mour, as if not unwilling to be beaten. At 1 of twenty miles over the plain, in which with plough as old in its form as the Geof up a soil rich, black, and glossy as the rav rived at Pignerolo, a town on the borders land.

The two Vaudois and myself adjourned to Even in this we had an instance of changed very town of Pignerolo a law had been in ex not long repealed, forbidding, under severe p to give meat or drink to a Vaudois. The "V ten miles distant, and we agreed to walk thith deed, all such spots must be so visited, if one full influence. Leaving Pignerolo, the road into the bosom of the mountains, and the